#but i saw this and it reminded me so much of tyril and mc that i had to

[saibug1022]

MC: Okay, I-I, uh, I need to ask you something

Tyril: Yes, I'll marry you.

MC: How did you know I was gonna propose?!?!?!

Tyril: You dropped the ring three times during dinner.

Tyril: I even picked it up once.

#yes i know elves have different marriage traditions #but i saw this and it reminded me so much of tyril and mc that i had to #bolas #playchoices #blades of light and shadow #choices #tyril starfury #tyril x mc #bolas mc

[lilyoffandoms]

Time & Again (Blades)

A gift for @saibug1022 from @oh-so-youre-a-nerd (art exchange) featuring Salem’s MC, Asterin. Implied or referenced relationships: Asterin x Tyril; Asterin x Mal; Asterin x Aerin; Tyril x Mal. (So yes, that ask was from Thia but on my behalf hehe).

Warnings & A/N: This fic deals with canon compliant kindnapping, torture, and trauma. It also features medical torture and experimentation, compliant with this fic by Salem. ~3200 words

[Huge thanks to my proof-readers. Any mistakes are mine not their’s. There is only so much you can get me to edit haha.]

A bright, unnatural light overhead.

Thick, suffocating shadows blotting out the room.

Gleaming scalpels and saws reflecting that light into the shadows where it is consumed. Along with what little hope he may have clung to.

There is only that familiar all-consuming dread.

They are only snatches of memories, glimpses really, he can’t call them anything else. Nightmares maybe? For those bits of memory, visions, reality - he doesn’t know - what he does know is they are the only things to fill his waking dreams and haunt his sleepless nights.

He wants to close his eyes to escape but she waits for him on the other side. There is no escape and yet he succumbs to sleep where he is met with exactly what he feared he would find. What he always finds.

He’s not sure what is real and what blanks his mind is simply filling in to try and cope with the trauma. But he knows one thing-

She stands over him.

That’s how it always starts. Her over his prone, scared and beaten body.

At first she simply looks him over, taking notes here and there in the eerie quiet of the laboratory. Weeks, days, hours later - he doesn’t know - her examinations turn to poking and prodding. Measurements taken and written down in the margins of a parchment she keeps referring back to.

The feeling of emptiness is all that fills him.

He is alone.

So very alone.

The feeling that comes next - weeks, days, hours later - drowns out that emptiness. That dread is replaced by a deeper, more excruciating one.

The pain is all that fills him.

He is reminded he is not alone.

So very much not alone.

He jerks awake in the warm night of the Deadwood. It’s as dark as his memories. He watches Mal stoke the fire before Tyril throws another branch on.

“Do you think he remembers more than he’s telling us?” Mal whispers as Tyril takes a seat beside him on the cooling ground and wraps his arms around the rogue.

Asterin closes his eyes again and listens.

“You believe he would keep vital information from us?”

“No. No. Not like that sort. He said he was experimented on but doesn’t remember much,” Mal trails off as Tyril nods his head in understanding.

“It is possible.”

“Why won’t he talk to us about it?”

“He will when he is ready. Until then, we wait and offer what support we can.”

“Maybe I should go talk to him?”

She stands over him.

He’s back on that cold, metal table. He watches as she picks up a blunt ended scissors. He feels the cold metal on his skin as she slips it around the hem of his shirt and works her way up.

It is an out of place sound in so quiet a room. The tear of threads and the rhythmic click of the blades meeting as they get closer and closer to his neck.

He holds desperately still, not a single breath taken until she slips his tunic open and sets the scissors aside.

Weeks, days, hours later, who can say, his eyes fall closed and he reminds himself to breathe.

Breathe.

And he does, until that very breath is stolen from his lungs as he opens his eyes and finds her watching him. Her gaze is steady, cold, empty. Her face is the same mask until the smallest of grins tugs at her lips and her gaze turns bright and a unearthly fire lights her eyes in wicked mockery of his fear.

He jolts to the surface and sucks in a deep, cleansing breath of air as he swims through the murky water to the shoreline, crowded thick with all manner of lush, verdant life.

“Asterin!”

The cry greets him before he sees two sets of boots wade into the water to help pull him to shore. He waits, bent over, for his heart to calm down as Imtura stands beside him, on guard and at the ready. Tyril kneels down beside him in the mud and tilts his face up.

“Are you okay, Asterin?”

It’s a soft question.

He shakes his head, and the bad memories from him, and stands up as Mal calls out.

“Where’s Nia?”

She stands over him.

She picks up a needle and plunges it unceremoniously into his arm. He grits his teeth as she digs around until she finds a vein. She works methodically to attach a tube to it and he can only watch in horror as his blood drains from his body.

“It will help,” she says cooly.

“With what? Dying?” he quips.

“With what is to come next for you Realm-Walker.”

Her all-too-pleased grin is the last thing he sees before his body protects him and he passes out.

Weeks, days, hours later, he is awake and wishes he was not. The light is far too bright for his eyes and his mind swims as he struggles to move his head and regain his bearings.

Everything hurts and he is alone.

So very alone.

And yet he knows she’s there.

Not so very alone.

He can hear the quill scrap across the parchment, her gentle breathing, the lower murmur of many voices somewhere in the distance. Even the obsessive silence is loud.

She looks up as he groans at the pain his movements cost him and scowls at him before turning her attention back to her notes.

He starts as his hand falls on his shoulder.

“It’s okay, Asterin. Breathe.“

He turns slowly to face the person speaking to him, a part of him fearing the face won’t match the voice. But he finds he can breathe when that unsure smirk greets him.

“Aerin?”

“I’m right here.”

He shakes the already fleeting feelings of dread that cling to him but he can’t shake that all-consuming, bone-numbing fear he seems to carry with him now wherever he goes. He can’t shake the memory of her cold, calculating eyes, or the chill that runs down his spine upon remembering her smile.

mmm

The people of Riverbend draw his attention back and he smiles the same smile he has practiced since returning to this realm. What was it? Weeks, days, hours ago?

He doesn’t remember that much, only happiness. Bliss found them tucked between sheets as smooth, unscathed hands ran up his back. Stars, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him in a few words, hastily scrawled on a piece of paper abandoned. Like him.

She stands over him.

It was as if he was no longer in his body but floating above it as he watches her hesitate but a moment before making the first incision starting near the left shoulder and working down to the end of the breastbone. He watches as she methodically repeats that same incision from his right shoulder before continuing down from the sternum, around his navel, until she pulls the scalpel from him and sets it aside.

He watches in horrified fascination as she moves aside tubes and casts another spell over him lulling him deeper into the strange inbetween world he’s found himself in.

The inbetween?

No, that can’t be right. The Watcher would be here then. No, this is some other-worldly space that is meant just for him. A trap just for his mind. Another trick she has played on him to confuse his already rapidly fraying sense of reality.

He turns back to the scene before him. It is a deeper cut than it feels, he thinks to himself.

She peels his skin back, as nonchalantly as if she were peeling an orange, and takes notes before reaching for a bone saw.

He reaches for her, desperate to stop what he knows will happen, but his hands reach blindly and fall through her as if she were not there.

She smiles knowingly and looks up to meet his eyes, seemingly knowing his consciousness is still there even as his body lays trapped, asleep.

Asleep. I’m only asleep, he reasons. But he knows that’s not true. That was a conversation from another time. Not now.

“It won’t hurt,” she says, bringing him back to the now, or then, or will be. Hells, he’s not even sure anymore.

He looks at her through tear-stained eyes.

“Why?” she asks as if reading his mind. “Because I’m curious.”

The widening grin is maddening and chills him to his core as he closes his eyes and listens to the sound of metal sawing through bone in the vast emptiness of the Shadow realm.

He is thrust back into another world as a dull humming sounds from copper pipes above them.

“We need to find a way out of here.”

He looks around wildly. Desperately trying to gain a hint as to where they are. He feels like he’s reeling, falling into some endless abyss until warm brown eyes meet his.

“Asterin?” Mal asks.

The dwarvish dungeons well beneath the subterranean city of Zaradun. He breathes. He’s here, not there. That is something at least.

“I got an idea. You with me, kit?”

He doesn’t remember that much, a tight swallow and a slight nod is all he is capable of until chapped lips meet his and he melts into the kiss. Bliss found them wrapped in each others arms. Nimble fingers teasing the fabric of his shirt. Warmth, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him.

She stands over him.

Beating heart cupped in one hand as she moves the left lobe of his lung further to the side with the heart, to look deeper into the gapping cavity that is - was - his chest.

Huh, there is not as much blood as he would have expected.

“I stemmed the flow,” she says not looking up from her examination and probing deeper.

“What?”

“There is not much blood because I stemmed the flow. Makes it easier for me.”

He looks at her, she is almost giddy with excitement. It’s such a stark contrast to his own emotion. He looks back to his prone body, strapped to the table. Deathly still.

This isn’t real.

“If you say so,” she chuckles and tucks his heart back in place before turning to a scribe sitting in the corner.

“Chest contains the usual. The heart is within normal size for his species and in typical condition for an elf of his age. Lungs are supple and a healthy pink. Nothing of note in the upper cavity.”

She pauses and glances back at him.

“Moving on to the lower abdominal cavity.”

His wide eyes watch her every move.

“What are you looking f-“

“Whatever I please,” she says and looks down on his body as she brushes a stray hair back from his face with a bloody hand. He feels his blood on his scars as she traces one and then another near his eye. It’s warm still, slick. He can smell iron in the air.

He shouldn’t feel it but he does. He knows it’s real and he flinches as she caresses his cheek.

“No!”

His scream draws all their attention to him as they sit at a tiny, scared table. They all look up from their meager dinner plates to him.

“Asterin?”

He’s pale and shaking. He can feel it.

“I’m fine. There is nothing wrong with me,” he mumbles as he brushes Tyril’s hand from his arm and stares daggers into the violet eyes across the table from him.

“Dinvalir,” Tyril leans in and whispers, “that is not true.”

The creature of his nightmares stares back at him with a playful smile on her face.

“I can assure you there is nothing wrong with him. I checked. Thoroughly,,” she says in Tyril’s direction but her gaze remains fixed on Asterin.

“And just what does that mean?” Mal’s hard voice asks.

He narrows his eyes at Valax as he jumps up. Chair legs scrapping harshly against the floor and making Asterin flinch.

“Let’s just eat,” Asterin cuts off any further conversation.

He doesn’t remember that much, only Tyril’s firm, yet gentle, voice in his ear. Bliss found them in their own world of whispered comforts for a moment. Calmness, relief, sanctuary until it was torn from him.

She stands over him.

He’s sputtering on the bank of a river, coughing up water. The rain a deluge around them, watering long dead trees and parched ground. The sky, darker than is natural, adds to the oppressive nature of the realm.

“You saved me?”

It’s half statement, half question, and he is utterly and entirely confused.

“Your light-realm witch made sure I could do no other,” Valax crosses her arms.

“Of course.”

He would thank her but the pain that radiates from his chest stops him from such foolish behavior. After all, the water he is coughing up is from lungs she held, while the bones she cut from his body shield the heart she could have crushed in her hands.

She deserves no such kindness from him for she has shown him none.

“If you are quite through, we should find shelter,” she states and is walking away from him before he can respond.

He stands reluctantly and thinks over his nonexistent options. He does not want to follow her but neither of them have a choice right now. His body screams at him to run but she will find him. She is bound to him.

His worst nightmare, ever present, made hauntingly real. If he thought he could escape it - escape her - before, well he sure as hells can’t escape it now. Nia saw to that.

Does Nia even realize what she has done? Does she understand the re-lived pain she is inflicting on him by binding him to his kidnapper, his torturer. Logically he knows Nia was only trying to protect him, protect them all, but he can barely breathe with the thought of Valax, much less the reality of what he is subjected to now.

The cave is cold but dry and higher than any flash flooding could reach. He follows her in and stands warily off to the side, near enough the entrance to escape if she should turn on him.

“We should build a fire.”

“I suppose you should,” he states, aiming for her nonchalant coolness.

She glares at him and time stretches into eternity. He won’t give her the pleasure of looking away from her no matter what nightmares he sees fresh in the depths of her dangerous eyes. She relents before his resolve crumples and soon enough a fire is lit before them. Small but enough to keep them warm.

She sits down beside it and watches him over the flames.

“You should rest. I’ll keep first watch.”

His laugh is a bitter thing echoing off the high walls.

“I don’t think so.”

“Don’t be a fool. I require little sleep. You do.”

“Did my vivisection tell you that?”

He could almost fool himself into believing there is a flash of regret in her eyes but then again, fire plays dangerous tricks with those that believe it’s warmth will not burn.

“Your mortality does,” she murmurs into the flames.

He watches her a moment longer before settling down on the opposite side of the fire. Leary but exhausted enough to not care.

They watch each other for weeks, days, hours, he’s not sure. But they simply sit there for what could be eternity or mere seconds.

“Don’t look at me like that!” he finally snaps.

He doesn’t like what he sees with her eyes lit by and within from fire. There is something primordial, predatory, primal in the dark emptiness there.

“Like what?” she demands in turn.

“Like there is more you haven’t cut from me, more you haven’t discovered.”

“You think I’ve not exhausted all my options with you, day-walker?” she spits.

He feeezes a moment at her words, her tone, the shifting of her shoulders as if she is only barely holding herself back from ripping into him anew.

“I don’t care. Just don’t look at me like that.”

“What would you have me look at? There is not much here beside you and me.”

“Look at the fire then.”

“Fine,” she says and does as she was told.

Weeks, days, hours later he finds his eyes drooping with the weight of too many sleepless nights. Running from a demon that he can’t fight. A demon that now lies in wait, biding its precious time, before him.

“Talk to me,” he says.

“What.”

“You heard me.”

“What would you have me talk about?”

“I don’t care.”

He listens to her voice, asking occasional questions to keep her talking. She asks questions of her own which he answers cautiously.

He just needs to stay awake or at the very least know where she is by the sound of her voice. He cannot risk sleep with her here.

Keep her talking but don’t give anything away. Keep her talking but don’t give anything away. Keep her talking but don’t….

She stands over him.

“Seems there was more to discover about you after all,” she smirks.

He’s on his feet before she can move and he’s backed away from her, realizing too late that he is trapped between her standing in the mouth of the cave and the wall behind his back.

She watches him look around wildly for a moment before he has his sword in hand. She rolls her eyes at him and turns away.

“I hear your friends.”

“You do?”

The tip of his sword drops slightly until she takes a step towards him and he levels it at her in warning as he strains to listen.

Sure enough, he hears the telltale sounds of Mal and Tyril bickering and Imtura egging them on while Nia yells at them to shut up.

He smiles and gestures for Valax to continue on out of their shelter.

The earth is just as parched as it was the day before. Smooth dried mud cakes the ground and is already splitting, cracking, peeling away from the ground. There is no smell of fresh rain, only decay. It is nearly enough to break him until hope springs in his heart at the sight of them.

Soon he is wrapped in Mal and Tyril’s arms and he can’t help the choked sob that escapes him as he sinks into their embrace. He takes a deep breath. He is warm and safe.

“You came,” he whispers.

Joy leaps in his heart as they cling to him tighter in answer.

“You came for me.”

She stands over him.

“There is nothing here!” she fumes.

It’s a shout of disappointment. Anger. Frustration.

“Princess?” the scribe asks.

“Lower cavity shows nothing unusual. All organs are accounted for, healthy and normal. Nothing to explain,” she glances down, “him.”

He blinks a few times until she is in focus. He’s on his back on the same hard metal table. A bright, unnatural light hangs overhead.

The same thick, suffocating shadows blotting out the surrounding room.

She continues to look down at him, into his glazed over eyes, as she closes him back up.

The needle she uses to sew him up reflects the light into the shadows where it is consumed. Along with what little hope he may have been clinging to.

There is only that familiar all-consuming dread.

“I will learn your secrets. You will beg to tell me them before the end.”

How long has it been? Weeks, days, hours - he doesn’t know any more. Doesn’t know if he ever did.

But he’s alone.

So very alone.

And no one came for him.

#playchoices #choices blades #choices bolas #blades of light and shadow #content warnings #blood cw #medical experimentation cw #kidnapping cw #torture cw #trauma cw #art exchange #my drabble

[thequeenb]

Could you possibly write a poppy x mc fic where poppy cheats on mc😂🤷‍♀️Idk I’m just in the mood for some angst(you can choose the ending. That is if you write it😂😭)

Poppy x MC

Poppy and i have been dating for almost 6 months now and she is everything i ever dreamt of. She is fierce and powerful but a softie behind closed doors. She is starting to be more true to herself, even though we go through many arguments i know its her defence mechanism to avoid feelings

I am eating lunch with Zoe chatting about how i plan on taking Poppy to a romantic date "And i guess we will watch the stars together andddd i dont have to tell you the rest"

"Babe you leave the most important information for later now we have to discuss about--" but before she could finish her sentence our phones buzz, probably a stupid update from the T

Good morning beautiful people of Belvoire, except you Charlie, get your nasty dog away from designer bags. Anyways i have a very important announcement to make darlings, we all know the most powerful couple of Belvoire but uh oh is there trouble in paradise?

Yesterday afternoon our dear Queen Bee and her ex Carter were spotted having a steamy make-out, you don't believe me? Take a look at this picture. I am sorry Bea but are you that surprised?

Kisses, The T

My phone drops from my hands as soon as i see the picture. Everyone turns around to look at me but i feel my pulse ringing through my ears. Poppy cant do this to me can she? Maybe this is all a sick joke or fake information but it isn't. I look beside me and Zoe zoom in the bracelet i bought her a week ago, this is true.

"Babe i want you to take a deep breath okay? Just breathe" Zoe pats my back and i try to follow these simple instructions but I can't, how can i be so damn stupid?

My lungs cant obey and my mind starts racing. I can hear people whispering around me, others are pointing and others look at me with pity expressions.

And there she is. Walking in the pathway Poppy and Chloe can be seen approaching me. Some gasp and i can tell she hasn't read the blog yet, probably too busy sucking Carter. The thought of him touching Poppy makes my blood boil so i get up before this turns into a murder scene

"Hey love! Grab lunch with me at the mall?" She is smiling at me and thats when my mind screams at me to just leave

"Stay away from her Poppy" Zoe stands between us and Chloe rolls her eyes

"I think Bea has a mouth so why don't you step aside? What happened darling?" Her eyes look at me worryingly but then she knows exactly what happened

"I knew you were bitchy you know, just never thought you would do something so low" i say looking at the picture on my phone

Poppy looks around noticing everyone is watching and listening to our conversation "I can explain Bea lets just--"

"No. Everyone know, everyone saw" my voice breaks, i cant even look at her. I scan her body and face, where Carter touched her last night and all i can see is red

"Why? I gave you everything didn't i? I was patient with you God i even handled your awful attitude that i didn't deserve" i walk towards her, my tone is harsh but i only know how my heart breaks into million pieces

"I hope he was worth losing me" i push her shoulder walking past her, Zoe following behind me. No one dares to say a word nor look at me, they all mourn my broken heart they all respect my pain for now. I walk as fast as i can trying to avoid the walk of shame

I find a nearby bench and i sit down collapsing in Zoe's hug. She is caressing my back trying to soothe me, the tears become body wrecking sobs and all i can try to do is take deep breaths

"Let it all out girl, i am here for you"

I pull back wiping my eyes "W-why would she do that? I am not enough?" I look at her completely broken

"You are everything anyone would ever want, she choose to not see that, she choose to give in to her desire but she didn't thought the risk was losing you" And she is right, Poppy thinks that she will always have what she wants but this time she will learn what losing someone important means

Am i even important at this point? When she was making out with her ex was i even on her mind? I cant think a single reason for her to do this to me. I gave her my attention, i gave her my affection and most importantly i gave her my heart, the one she broke

"Can i stay alone for a minute?"

"Are you sure love?" Zoe asks concerned and i nod. I don't want anyone to see me in such a mess

She gives me a tight hug before walking away and i am left alone with my thoughts. Why Poppy? We were making such progress and you had to ruin it with one action. Would she even tell me if The T didn't upload that stupid photo? My mind is going to million places thinking of every possibility

Shaking i pull my phone out opening the photo album i made for Poppy and I. Hah isn't it ironic? The first photo is us sharing a milkshake, it was the first time someone took her to such a simple date and she told me that night that she feels safe with me.

The second one is us kissing. Zoe took that when we went to Coney Island. We were at a kissing booth and she was so jealous that she paid the girl there so she could take her spot just to kiss me. I love teasing her, she gives me a precious smile everytime

As i scroll down remembering all these 6 months, how fun they were how refreshing. Suddenly my phone rings and of course its her. What do i even do? I cant listen to her melodic voice right now, i feel like it will be the cherry on top so i let it ring until it stops. To my surprise she left a voice message and taking a deep breath i hit play

"I just saw the new update of The T. Its not what you think Bea i swear. I wanted to spend this day with you but i guess this gossip garbage had to upload something so shitty. I dont like Carter i never truly did, when i watched you walking away my heart broke" Tears fall freely from her eyes as she takes a deep breath

"I know i messed up, i know i cant pretend this didn't happen but please don't go. I am not the one to beg but i.. I can't lose you, just let me explain please" her voice breaks from the tears, her tone is painful to listen to "i..i love you Bea, please call me back"

Have you ever played this game when you were a kid, where you hold your breath under the water counting how much you can hold on? Thats how i feel right now. The air abandon my lungs hearing these last words. I didn't had the opportunity to say those three damn words

And that moment i feel my chest rise and fall. I try so hard to not let the wave of sadness overpower me, i desperately try to swim to the surface, helplessly cry for help. Fresh tears roll down my face and my breath stops completely

I find heartbreak fascinating. How can one word or a sentence make your heart sink to your stomach? How can an organ that took months to built breaks in a blink of an eye?

Heartbreak. The moment where your lungs mourn and take your breath away for a while. The moment you can hear it cracking, opening in two without your consent. Its violently beautiful to feel human, but everything comes with a cost, loving her came with a cost

Every beautiful memory pass through my mind like a blur and everything is replaced with pain, with sorrow. Finding my strength i deal my mother's number

"Mum? I am coming back home" i whisper trying to find my voice

I will leave everything behind. Every corner of this university is reminding me of her, every classroom every bench every inch. And that's what a foolish mistake leads to Poppy, i hope you remember that.

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[storyofmychoices]

Playtime

[Justin Mercado x Mari Bishop Masterlist]

Characters: Justin Mercado, Mari Bishop (MC) Book: Save the Date Word Count: +/- 1,600 Prompt: play ~ @choicesoctoberchallenge2020​ ; @choicesficwriterscreations​ Daddy (Kinktober) Warnings: Daddy kink, thigh riding, reverse cowgirl, spanking, super ns*w, language Rating: This is an EXPLICIT fic, by clicking keep reading you agree to be at least 18 years old. Please do not read if underage or if any of the topics in the warning make you uncomfortable.

Notes: Mari’s thoughts are in italics; also, smut is not in my comfort zone, so sorry if this is not good. 

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Plot? What plot? (You’ve been warned)

Heat pooled between her legs as her body quivered. She squeezed her thighs together, searching for friction, something to bring her some release. Her own longing moan pulled her from her sleep. 

Fuck.

Mari groaned in bed, waking from her pleasurable dream. Her core throbbed in desperate need of attention. Her hand drifted between her legs, attempting to offer some relief to her swollen mound. The touch only ignited the fire burning inside of her, begging to be fully set aflame. There was no way she’d be able to get back to sleep without finding release first. Her body pulsed with a growing warmth. 

He’d never know…

Her fingers flirted with the waist of her pajama bottoms. Little by little, she inched them deeper toward the source of her longing. His steady breathing beside her caused her to stop short, the tip of her finger just grazing her arousal.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!

She knew the consequences of touching herself without his permission. Even if they had fallen asleep, their playtime didn’t technically end until the next day or when they mutually agreed to resume their normal relationship. 

Justin rolled on his back, giving her the access she needed. 

“Daddy,” she whispered softly, remembering her place. Justin didn’t move, his steady breathing continued. She moved closer, brushing the back of her hand along his arm. “Daddy, I’m wet.”

Justin barely stirred. 

Mari desperately attempted to rub her thighs together once more, but to no avail. Her voice was weak as she let out a particularly pathetic “please” losing patience with attempting to self-soothe. 

Maybe it was her imagination but even in the darkness, she swore she saw a smirk pull quickly on his lips. 

Fuck it.

Mari kicked off her bottoms and moved the covers over her. She paused just for a second before lowering herself over his thigh. She rocked slowly. The new friction stoked her heat, sending a fresh wave of warmth coursing through her. Goosebumps erupted on her arms from the cool night air. Her eyes closed, attempting to let her mind drift back to her dream and where she had left off. 

She continued shifting her hips back and forth, dragging her sex across his muscled thighs. A low moan escaped her lips, finally getting some desperately needed satisfaction. Her arousal pooled beneath her, leaving a slick trail on his skin that began coating her inner thighs as well. 

“You feel so good, Daddy,” she cooed, pressing her hands on his hips for leverage as she bucked harder against him. 

Her eyes opened, as her dream filled her vision. Except, the darkened bedroom was not what she had anticipated to see, nor was Justin’s watchful eyes. Her cheeks reddened under his steady gaze having nearly forgotten he was asleep when she started.

Justin’s lips curled in amusement. “Did I give you permission to stop, baby girl?”

She shook her head timidly; sometimes all it took to quell her confidence was that look. The one where his darkened eyes bore through her, reminding her who she truly belonged to. 

“Don’t be shy now, baby. Get on with it. Show daddy how good he makes you feel.” Justin’s arms folded behind his head as he propped himself up to enjoy the show. “Come for me, Mari.”

Why do I love it so much when he talks down to me? Ahhh. I really don't care when it feels this good. 

Mari shifted up his thigh, rolling her hips with more urgency. This is what she had needed, why was she prolonging it? She rubbed her throbbing sex over him a few more times; each time a series of whimpers and moans slipped out of her lip.

“I love the little noises you make, baby. Now, be a good little girl and scream for Daddy.”

Her back arched, her thighs clenching around his as she chased the high she had been craving. She cried out and her core shuddered and pulsed letting go of the tension it had been building up. 

“Thank you,” she whimpered, curling onto his chest to catch her breath. 

Justin drew her in. He brushed away the strands of hair that had fallen over her face. “I’ve got you, sweet girl.” 

Her eyes drifted closed, relaxing in the warmth of his embrace. 

“Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?”

She nodded and smiled, burying her face into the crook of his neck. 

“Good, I’m glad.” His fingers tangled deep in her red hair, wrapping tightly around her luscious waves. He lifted her head back up to face him. “But you’re not done.”

Mari looked at him curiously; the whites of her eyes seemed larger from her innocent stare.

Justin shifted her off of him, still keeping a grasp on her hair. He directed her head toward his hips, gesturing to his erection straining at his boxers. “Look what you did.”

Her body grew flush; a rush of embarrassment and arousal fought for dominance in her, pulling her entire focus. All she could manage is a mumbled “I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, sweet girl. You’re going to do something about it, while I deal with your bratty behavior of thinking you can ride me while I sleep.”

Yes, please. OMG!

“Okay.” The word was quiet, slipping out of her mouth when she exhaled. 

Justin relieved himself of his boxers. His large erection sprang free. 

She licked her lips, watching him, her eyes widening, longing for what she had been dreaming about the whole time.

God, I love how big you are. Fuck.

“Get back on top, but face away from me. Daddy wants to see that pretty little ass of yours.” 

Mari wasted no time positioning herself over him. Her fingers wrapped around his length pumping him teasingly. 

His large hand landed on her ass with a sudden sting, signaling that she needed to get on with it, but she really couldn’t complain. Her own body was beginning to ache again at the thought of more. 

She lowered herself onto his throbbing length, sinking slowly down, allowing her walls to adjust to his size. 

Justin hissed in pleasure, each time Mari rocked back and forth taking him a bit deeper each time, her tight walls stretching at his presence. 

Mari leaned forward over his legs more, readjusting her position to allow herself to take him all the way and still control her own pleasure. 

“Good girl,” he groaned, watching his cock disappear into her dripping pussy. “You will not come until I say, baby girl. Do you understand?”

She nodded half-heartedly. Her own soft moans filled the air, her pace increasing.

His hand came down on her plump form again. “I asked you a question.” He spanked her three more times in rapid succession, growing more aroused by his Little’s quiet whimpers, knowing the brief pain would only strengthen her pleasure. “Do you understand?”

Before she could answer, the sting of his hand was on her again. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Better.” He caressed the reddening globes of her ass as her hips continued to undulate over him. “Do you want to touch yourself?”

“Yes, please.”

His finger pressed into the red mark of his handprint causing her back to arch toward him. “Since you used your manners so nicely, you may. One hand only.”

Her hand slipped between her legs immediately. Her fingers brushed up against his cock, causing a guttural groan to fall from his lips as she searched for the right angle to please herself. She swirled her fingers over her sensitive nerves, moaning at the sudden burst of electricity pulsing through her at the touch. Her walls pulsed around him as she moved more fervently.

Justin’s hips thrust upward into her, matching her pace, chasing his own release. 

“Daddy, I can’t hold out much longer, can I come, please?” She mewled, through uneven breaths.

A growl vibrated on his lips. “Soon. First, punishment. You will take five spanks for your behavior and then afterward you can come. Don’t you dare, come before I finish.”

Justin! Fucking seriously? Now?! When I’m edging? Ugh!

She focused her breathing, readying herself for him. She counted each spank in her head, making sure to hold out until five. Each time the handprint on her skin grew a little redder, pooling more heat, but none of the strikes were as hard as she knew he was capable of. He was holding back, and for once, she was grateful, not sure how much more she could take being so close to the edge already.  

The second after the fifth smack landed, her head fell back, her spine arching as she let herself fall over the cliff she had been teetering on. 

Her walls clenched tightly around him, pulling him to his own high with her. He spilled his warm seed inside of her. 

Their labored breathing and the lingering sounds of pleasure escaping them filled the quiet room. 

Justin’s hands were on her hips, guiding her safely back into his arms. He stroked her hair, holding her close. “End play?”

“End play,” she agreed. Her body relaxing into the warmth of his chest. 

“I love you, Mari.” He brushed a string of feathery kisses over her shoulders. “I fucking love you so much.” 

“I love fucking you, so much,” she teased. 

Can’t punish me now! Guess you shouldn’t have ended play!

His rolling laughter shook her as his chest rumbled beneath her. “I stand by what I said.”

She buried herself deeper into him, finding her favorite spot and allowing the heaviness of her tiredness to wash back over her. “I love you too, Justin.” 

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[six-of-woes]

The Clown and the Potato Sack (Aerin Valleros x MC)

Chapter 1/? : ...What Now?

Paring: Aerin Valleros x MC

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24533863

Word count: 2381

Summary: Now with the Dreadlord defeated and her friends out of Whitetower, Cassia Nightbloom, is bored. Extremely bored. She wants to do literally anything, but she doesn't know what. Her solution? Try to get some answers from a certain corrupt prince. Unfortunately, that leads to a wacky yet angsty adventure involving a potato sack, a wooden spoon, and A LOT of clowning around.At least she's doing something...right?

Authors Note: Hi so this is my first time posting fic on Tumblr so if I’m doing something wrong feel free to tell me just be nice about it because my ego is fragile Anyway! I hope you guys like it, I thought we clowns could use some content until book 2 comes out. Idk if i’ll ever continue this, i meant for it to be a one-shot but I couldn’t really get my whole plan into one chapter. So. Hopefully there’s more. No promises tho lol

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~~~

Cassia watched from the castle balcony as a raggedy caravan rolled out of Whitetower. They’re really gone now, she thought, turning her back on the city. There was a new kind of…emptiness inside her now that Mal, Nia, Tyril, and Imtura were all gone. Maybe they’d only known each other a few months, but to someone who barely had any family to call their own—it struck a certain chord with Cassia to see them go.

She sighed and noted the setting sun—her reminder that she should probably get to dinner. Not that Cassia wanted to spend yet another dinner answering the pointless questions of all those stuffy nobles, but she felt obliged to as Morella’s hero—at least until she figured out where she was going to go from here.

As Cassia walked through the towering corridors, she thought some more about where she wanted to go. Kade wanted to go back to Riverbend(but only after he’d exhausted the library), not in any particular mood to experience any more danger than he already had. Of course, Cassia couldn’t blame him. If she’d spent months in a realm of pure darkness being tortured, she would want at least a break as well.

But that was the thing: she hadn’t been in the Shadow Realm and she wasn’t like Kade. Cassia always thirsted for adventure and as much as she loved Riverbend, she spent twenty out of the almost twenty-one years of her life there. There was so much more out there and if her nightmare had any shred of truth, Cassia knew she had to be there.

But where? She’d already decided against going with any of the others when they left—Cassia’s injuries would make intense sailing with Imtura or any of what Mal had planned painful and difficult, and she wanted to give Nia the room to figure things out on her own. The idea that seemed most plausible for her was going undercount with Tyril. It would’ve been a prime opportunity to learn more about where she came from, after all. Yet…she still felt awkward going there—Cassia knew almost nothing of the elven societal cues and would feel a little useless when trying to help out Tyril with her duties.

She shook her head as she reached the doors of the dining hall. “Never mind all that.” She muttered. “I made my decision.”

“Finally!” Called a voice. “You had me thinking you were going to bail!”

Cassia looked up to see Kade, sitting on one of the corridor benches. He held a new book in his hand, different from the one Cassia had seen him reading at breakfast.

“Sorry,” she muttered, leaning against the closed doors. “Just wanted to make sure the others made it out of town safely.” She swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded toward the dining hall. “Let’s just get to dinner.”

Kade raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless followed Cassia into the hall.

When they entered, Cassia was surprised to see only King Arlan, Threep, and Loola sitting at the table. None of them looked particularly cheerful—not even Threep, who just stared at his dinner plate with a somber expression.

“Your majesty,” Cassia breathed, dipping into a curtsy. “It’s a pleasure to be in your—“

“Oh hush, Cassia,” Arlan said, shaking his head. “There’s no one else here and you’ve more than cemented yourself as a friend of the crown.”

Cassia coughed and straightened up. “Right…Is there any particular reason for the ah—grim mood and significant lack of nobles?”

Arlan cleared his throat and eyed the nespers. “Well…there’s news.”

Cassia felt her heart catch in her throat. News? It can’t have anything to do with what that hooded being said in my dream, could it? No, of course not. It was just a nightmare…right?

“Is something wrong?” Kade piped, eyebrows already creasing with worry.

The king shared a look with Threep and Loola, who looked back at Kade and Cassia.

“Aerin’s awake now,” Threep said, stretching his wings. “I saw him myself in the dungeons—he’s still very much corrupted, but—“

“He’s quiet,” Loola spoke. “All he’s done is hug his knees and stare at the wall.”

Kade scoffed. “Sounds to me like he’s scheming. Want me to punch him again?”

Cassia elbowed her brother (lightly) in the side. “I’m sure it’s fine. Even if he was scheming, there’s really nothing he can do. His cell is surrounded by guards 24/7, there’s a magical barrier around it, and besides, if for some reason he gets out—“ she gestured to the three weapons of legend she had strapped to her body. “I’ll have it handed.”

“Sure,” Kade said, rolling his eyes as he took a seat at the table. He went to drink from his goblet, but a playful smirk graced his lips. “You’re just saying that because you kissed him.”

Cassia grumbled as she took a seat next to Kade at the table. “We don’t have to keep bringing that up,” she whispered through gritted teeth. “That was like, a month ago—before he was you know—evil.”

“Whatever you say,” Kade taunted, still smirking as he took a sip from his goblet.

~~~

The rest of dinner was relatively low-key. Cassia filled Arlan in on what the others were going to do now that they were gone and Kade entertained them all with wild stories from the deep corners of his mind.

Once dinner was over, however, and Kade, Loola, and Threep all returned to their previous business, leaving Cassia to do as she pleased. Problem was, Cassia didn’t really have anything to do.

She found herself standing in the middle of the corridor for what was longer than considered usual—even for Cassia.

“Dammit!” She cried, hours later. “I’m bored as all hells!” In a fit of rage, Cassia kicked the solid gold leg of a nearby bench. Solid. Gold. Promptly after kicking it, Cassia let out a pained yelp and brought her foot up to her arms.

After a few more seconds of hopping on one foot and whisper-shouting an array of curses, Cassia collapsed onto the bench and buried her face in her hands.

“Gods…” she groaned. “I really need to get out of here and do something more dangerous than stubbing my toe.”

But, what was there to do? The most dangerous place Cassia could think of was the Nooks and Crannies—but the real danger was really the guards and Cassia wasn’t interested in picking fights with them right now. She and Mal had already informed Arlan of the corruption, there was no need to escalate a situation that was already under control.

She thought back to visiting them with Mal…and how they got out of their scuffle with the guards.

Unconsciously, Cassia ran her fingers over the ring Aerin had given her. She still hadn’t taken it off, even after the betrayal. It was a reminder of their night at the lake.

She let out another groan. There were so many things about that night that didn’t make sense. Why would he save the unicorn? Sure, it could’ve been to defy Baldur, but…the character he’d been playing didn’t seem like the kind to do that kind of thing. And besides—it was a living thing. Cassia kinda figured the shadow realm had a thing against them—as long as they weren’t a part of their little posse. So why? Why would he do it?

And as a matter of fact, why did he actually not not want to be with her when she “pretend” (as she liked to tell herself) flirting with him during the final battle? That was weird. For someone with such a cold and hardened heart he certainly seemed pretty open to still having her be with him. Were her seduction skills really that good?

Well, to be fair, she did seduce a giant bug. So maybe they were.

So many questions and no way to get answers. Unless…?

He’s awake. Cassia thought. You could go down there…I’m sure the guards would let us—a hero of the realm—go see him. Maybe you could get some answers. Only answers though. You don’t like him anymore, remember? He kinda tried to kill you and all your friends. Also tried to take of the world. So only answers. Nothing else.

She thought about it for a few minutes. No one other than the guards would have to know, right? Not Threep, not Loola, not Arlan or Kade…and especially not Mal. The snitch.

“Godsdammit,” Cassia groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “I can’t believe I’m this bored.”

And with that, she got up and headed toward the dungeons, against her better judgement, yes, but even if she didn’t want to admit it…

…Cassia was a horny bitch.

~~~

Aerin had been put at the lowest level of the dungeons, about four stories below ground. Why the castle need that many floors was beyond Cassia, but nonetheless, she continued her journey down. Down. Down. Down.

Aaaannnnd it turns out walking down stairs for what feels like an eternity is just as boring as standing in the middle of the corridor. Only difference is the corridor is WARM!

“Do you hear that?” Echoed a guard’s voice.

Cassia stopped in her tracks.

“Yeah. Sounds like footsteps. Probably Woodworth and Highmourn coming to relieve us early. Let’s just get going early, tonight’s my anniversary and I don’t want to have to make it up to the ol’ husband again.”

“What about the prince? Weren’t we given strict orders to not leave him alone?”

“Ack, who cares? I mean, look at him—what’s he gonna do, cry about it?”

There was a bout of hearty laughter followed by the clanking of armor. Thinking fast and remembering Mal’s trick, Cassia dodged out of the guards sight and held her breath until they passed. Once she was sure they were long gone, she sprinted the rest of the way down the stairs until she reached Aerin’s cell.

At first glance, it looked like any other cell—dark, damp, and decrepit. But when Cassia got closer, she could see the gold haze of the magical barrier keeping him in. Well, if nothing else, he should at least have a hard time getting out of that. Cassia thought, slowing down to a tip toe the closer she got.

Finally, she reached Aerin’s cell. Unsure if whether or not he was aware of her presence, Cassia just stared. He looked so small. Of course, before all of this, Cassia still had maybe a few inches on him, but then, he wasn’t absolutely helpless. He wasn’t wearing the brilliant red and gold suit he wore the whole time they knew each other, instead wearing a brown tunic and pants that looked more like poorly-stitched together potato sacks than actual clothes. Even in the dark, Cassia’s elven vision could see that he was still grey. Many of the dark veins had gone, but he was still very much corrupted by the shadow.

What do I even say to him? She thought, slipping the Gauntlet of Pain on and off her wrist. Obviously, I’m just here to get questions, so like, just ask him a question. Duh. Easy. Don’t make it awkward. It’s not like you kissed him or anything—oh wait.

“Ahem—“ Cassia started.

“—I already said, I don’t want any food, Highmourn. Now please, if both of you could shut up while I brood I would much appreciate it!”

Cassia coughed. “Sounds like somebody didn’t get their beauty sleep.”

Aerin gasped and whipped around, scowl deepening when he saw Cassia standing over him.

“What are you doing here?!” He spat, rising to his full height(which unfortunately for him, didn’t really look intimidating to Castalia). “Are you here to rub it in? To gloat? Where are all your friends? Am I just not worth their time?”

Cassia sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Calm down, Aerin. I’m not here to antagonize you—you’ve already done that enough—“

“—You just antagonized me! You lie!”

Cassia raised an eyebrow. “…And you’re a drama queen. I’m just here to ask you a few questions and I’ll be out of your hair.”

Aerin scoffed and turned his back to her. “What reason could I possibly have to answer to you? You won, Cassia. You got everything you wanted and I have nothing. Why do I have to give you anymore?”

A few seconds of silence passed. Cassia tried to deny how much that stung, but the tears that started to well up in her eyes proved otherwise.

“Fine,” she snapped, voice wavering. “I’ll only ask you one thing. Then I’ll leave you alone for the rest of your miserable life. Is that enough for you?”

Aerin’s shoulders hunched. “Only if it’ll get you to leave.”

“Alright.” Cassia’s hands balled into fists. “What happened?”

Her words echoed through the dungeon. Seconds passed where the only movement was that of the salty, salty tears rolled down Cassia’s cheeks.

Eventually, Aerin’s shoulders relaxed. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because you were my friend, Aerin. And I want to know why you could so easily go from someone sweet, kind, and compassionate to literally trying to take over the world.”

“Easy,” he spat. “I’ve been corrupted by the shadow court and had a damn good way of hiding it. Can you go now?”

Cassia sighed. “But that night at the lake…you saved that unicorn. If you had such a hatred for human life, why would you save it?”

“That’s more than one question.”

Gods, is this who he really is? Incredibly difficult?

“Fine,” she sighed. “I’ll leave. Have a nice life.”

Cassia wiped her face and turned to leave. Of course she wasn’t gonna get the answers she so desperately wanted. They were right there. What was the point of coming down there anyway?

“Wait!”

She stopped.

“I’ll tell you what happened, Cassia. But…it’s a long story.”

Cassia turned back around and saw Aerin, grasping the bars of his cell with the same vulnerable, hurt, look she remembered from the Deadwood.

She walked back over and took a seat on the ground.

“I have time.”

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[blazerina]

Right Here (Mal x MC)

Right Here (Mal x MC)

Word Count: 1569

A/N: I’ve got Mal on my mind these days and this little scene came to me. Can’t wait to see what Blades as in store for us tomorrow…but until then, enjoy this fic! xoxo

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--

Mal crept into Raine’s room without making a sound. He was incredibly proud of himself and desperately wanted to announce how adept he was at figuring out how to make his way into any room at any time, but he bit the inside of his cheek instead, knowing he needed to remain quiet. He had great plans for this morning before the group departed on yet another journey.

It wasn’t lost on him how ironic it was that only a few weeks ago he was stealing physical objects like gold, weapons and sometimes food, yet now he was focused more on stealing moments alone with a certain young woman’s heart. He had never pictured himself to be one so easily be smitten. But somehow he found himself here, before the break of dawn, sneaking into her room hoping to steal her away for a secret adventure meant only for the two of them to share.

The room was dark, but he was skilled enough to make his way through without issue. As he approached the bed, he made note of how fast his heart was beating within his chest.  

“Good morning, kit.” Mal let the words roll off his tongue in a soft whisper as he leaned in closer to the lump in the bed.

He waited a few moments before speaking again.

“I know it’s early, but I have a surprise for you…” he was hoping she was as excited to be spending time with him as he was with her.

However, the longer the silence continued, the more worried he became.

“Unless that surprise is mead or some kind of food, you’d better be on your way, lover boy.”

Threep’s head popped out of the blankets covering the bed, a sly grin on his face.

“She’s gone.” He yawned, stretching his limbs above his head.

Looking at Mal, Threep began to giggle uncontrollably, sitting up a little more. He used a paw to wipe away a few straggling tears from his eyes as they began to water from laughing so hard.

“Oh! If you could only…see your…face…” He continued, now in a full-on fit of laughter as Mal stiffened.

“Curses! You mongrel-hybrid, good-for-nothing…” he muttered, walking towards the door.

“Have a good laugh, we’ll see who’s enjoying life once they’re stuffed in a bag for hours on end.”

With that he slammed the door, a little too loud for this early in the morning and made his way straight outside.

--

Mal could not help but be disappointed. He had a grand plan, and already the day was not cooperating. Perhaps he should have told her about this adventure the night before, he scolded himself. Feeling dejected and down-trodden, Mal continued on the path he had found by accident the day before.

As the path wound its way up a small hill to a beautiful lookout spot surrounded by rocks and greenery, he sighed. Keeping his head down, he kicked a few small stones out of the way and ran his boots along the edge of the path, through the dirt. It was still dark as the sun had not yet risen. He didn’t know how much time he had left before dawn would break.

“I’m probably better off on my own anyway…” he said out loud, deciding to look out over the vast countryside.

Mal knew this would be a beautiful place to watch the sunrise and he had attempted to share it with only one other person, but now just like everyone else in his life, she was gone.

“Well that was an awfully dramatic thing to say.” Her voice called out from behind a tree.

“Raine?” Mal asked, turning around as if he were on a swivel.

“What are you doing here?” They both asked each other at the same time.

Mal’s face lit up at the sight of her, and she responded accordingly, smiling broadly back at him.

“I actually was going to see if you…uh…” suddenly he was nervous. Scratching the back of his head and now finding himself unable to make eye contact with her, he stumbled over what he was trying to say.

“Isn’t this place magical? No pun intended.” Raine rolled her eyes, knowing that Mal was about to call her on it.

“I found it the other day when I needed a moment to myself, and I knew I just had to come up here to watch the sunrise.”

She was spinning around in the early light of daybreak like some sort of princess in a fairytale.

Mal stepped back, a little surprised.  “Are you okay?” He asked, arching his scarred eyebrow.

“I’m great! Never been better.” And just like that, she was the one who now seemed nervous.

“You do know that I am extremely experienced at reading people, right? You’re not acting normal.  What’s going on?”

Raine bit her lip and sighed deeply.

“I knew that you wanted to bring me up here and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it so I decided to get up early so you couldn’t come get me and now I’m here and you’re here and it’s awkward.”

She winced as those words spilled out of her mouth all in one breath.

“What?!” Mal pretended to be incredibly shocked, trying to bring a little levity to the situation. His hand on his chest, his mouth hanging open.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not awkward, kit! There’s nothing awkward at all about two friends, sneaking off together in the dark, to a secluded and incredibly romantic spot, if I do say so myself, to watch the sunrise!” Mal moved closer to her as she turned to face him.

“Mal. Please. Be serious.” Raine asked him, honestly.

He was about to protest and say something else slightly humorous, but he closed his mouth and listened intently.

“I found this spot and saw your boot tracks. So I knew that you’d been here…and then I overheard you telling Tyril that you had a plan to spoil me today…I got nervous and tried to take control…and I would just hate it so much if I hurt you…”

She seemed genuinely concerned and reached out to him, brushing a stray curl of hair from his forehead.

He reached out to her too, taking both of her hands in his, looking her in the eyes. When he held her gaze like this, he was reminded of just how far he had fallen for her. He swore to the gods he could get lost in her blue-green eyes forever and that he didn’t care if he never saw another mug of ale, barrel of mead or pouch full of gold for as long as he lived, as long as he had Raine by his side.

“I am so proud of you.” He beamed, his chest swelling with happiness.

“You tracked my footprints to find out I’d been here and hid in the shadows to listen to my conversation with elf-boy?” Mal smirked, knowing that he was needling her in the best of ways.

Raine didn’t respond, but looked up at him from beneath her dark, thick lashes.

“Look, kit, it’s always okay to be honest with me. You know that right?” Mal still held her hands in his as their faces got closer and closer together. His voice still barely above a whisper.

“I may not be an honest man by trade, but I expect honestly out of the people I lo—” he stopped himself.

Raine’s eyes grew wide, a smile spreading across her face. It quickly faded as she tried to keep her composure, while a small blush crept across her neck and cheeks.

Mal cleared his throat in an unexpectedly loud manner, and continued.

“Look, the point is, you can tell me anything and the last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable. I guess…and this is hard for me to admit…” he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe I misread you, I could have gotten the signs all wrong…” he trailed off and shrugged his shoulders, returning his gaze to her eyes once again.

An uncomfortable silence fell over them both, still holding hands, still looking at each other. Neither one wanted to be the first to look away. Mal was almost daring her to speak, using only his eyes.

“You didn’t…I’m just…” Raine swallowed hard, working up the courage to finish her sentence.

“…scared.”

“Scared? A strong, bold, powerful warrior like you, scared?” Mal tipped her chin up to him as she had looked away upon admitting her vulnerability.

“Hey! You missed an adjective there. You didn’t say beautiful?” Raine said confidently, looking him right in the eye.

Mal was about to interject when beams broke through the low-laying clouds and sunlight covered the hilltop where they both were standing. It was a glorious site, one that took the breath out of both of their lungs.

“Mal! We missed it!! We missed the whole sunrise because of me…and my ramblings…and my stupid insecurities...” Raine was whining, still feeling awful.

She had turned to look at the scene in front of them but Mal’s eyes were still fixed on her.

“I don’t know what you’re taking about, kit. I didn’t miss anything.” He said, almost breathless.

“I set out this morning on a quest to find a gorgeous view, and I’ve found one.  

Right here.”

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[yourehereyourereal]

BLADES BLADES BLADES

(long rambling post about the finale ahead)

I simply have no words. @playchoices this book is FREAKING GOD-TIER and I LOVE IT SO MUCH and I don't say this lightly. I can honestly be singing praises to Blades until the end of my days. I fell in love with it at first sight but it was aging like a fine wine with every chapter and becoming even better. I really hope book 2 will be equally powerful and I believe in the writers and the team, they've got to deliver. I don't even mind for them taking the time, even though I will miss the book so much. It was my greatest quarantine joy and made the first half of my 2020. Here are my messy thoughts about the finale because I have finally found something new to nerd out about and Blades deserves all the love in the world.

First, the fight was epic. The Shadow Court lady was gorgeous, even though we had to end her. Nia the Dreadlord was SO ICONIC. The way she wanted to break through the darkness, how she controlled it, and her self-sacrifice. Speaking of which, I really regret not letting the timer run out, because, from the experience of Bloodbound, I knew there had to be something interesting, but I didn't have much time to think and kinda assumed that if you don't kill Nia she just kills herself or the Dreadlord does it or something. But I saw screenshots of everyone dying and... wow. It especially hit me how Tyril fought until the end, even when he was already stabbed - characters with that much inner passion and determination are my everything, and it was so sad and definitely how he didn't deserve to go. I'm kind of a sucker for dark endings that show "what could have been" and aren't actually canon or can be avoided (like in It Lives series), because they have a lot of depth and this alternate reality makes you really appreciate the times with your LI and friends.

The Nia art was AHHHHHHH. How come this book blessed me with such amazing, epic LIs and I'm supposed to choose between them??? I adore all of them, but I have a special soft spot for Nia and Tyril since their stories are truly god-tier. I romanced Nia from the very first chapter (and then Imtura a bit), but switched to Tyril recently, and I don't regret it one bit because he's amazing and incredible and I love him so much. But during these scenes where MC told Nia to resist darkness I was constantly thinking of how it would hit differently if I romanced Nia until the end, because I'm a MASSIVE SUCKER for tropes when someone's pure love breaks the spells or darkness in the other person. It kinda reminded me of the Bloodbound finale when the LI did it for us. I just have to replay one day and romance Nia, even though it will be sooo hard for me not to flirt with Tyril.

I knew the fandom would explode at the option of flirting with Aerin. I myself am not a huge fan of romancing him but I chose the seduction option anyway because I was curious, and it failed me because I didn't have history with him which cracked me up so much 😂 Then Kade punched him and it was truly something - you go, Kade! I wonder what consequences will it have in book 2, I was almost debating setting him free so we could see him again. He was a good villain. I also laughed at the "sack of potatoes" line.

MC with the Blade of Light was just... I FELT that writing. Like there was fire inside them. Like they were fire. Speaking of which, the writing in the finale was so, so good, I can't remember when it was that good for the last time. It was worth all the hiatuses.

THE SCENE WITH MEDALS GAVE ME SUCH A HUGE STAR WARS A NEW HOPE ENDING VIBE. I was so proud of the squad, they've come so far and reached a better understanding of themselves on a personal level.

I played a 30 diamond scene with Tyril and I'm speechless. I honestly don't know where I can ever find someone like him because he raises my relationship standards so highly. It was wonderful to go on a real date with him and have some relaxed fun as a couple. He said "my MC" and oh my freaking God that was awesome. Their romantic exchanges are always the best. They are cute, poetic, sincere and don't feel forced. There were so many indications of true love between them, and it's like PB wanted to feed us Tyril stans well today because the scene was simply neverending (I was playing it for such a long time, it seemed endless) and they just kept professing their love for each other and that's how you write satisfying, amazing diamond scenes that you don't regret buying and would buy all over again (take note, Witness). I'm a huge Damien Nazario stan and finally I found a LI with diamond scenes that are just as epic and emotionally charged as his. I feel like Tyril and MC's dynamics even remind me of Damien and MC's a little bit (and the two do have some similarities, but I'll probably make another post about it someday)

And the sex!!! I'm not a huge smut fan because I'm ace/demisexual and those things are not very relatable for me (that's also why books like The Nanny Affair are a bit cringe to me, just not my piece of cake), but I LOVE good sex scenes where the two characters have a strong emotional connection and genuine love for each other (totally a demisexual point of view). I was smiling and giggling like a little girl, especially when they were talking about making sounds and doing it in public (again, I somehow thought back to the Eiffel Tower scene with Damien/Dames and it made me laugh). And then he said those beautiful things like "you complete me" and ahhhh... Tyril loves us so much. We love him so much, too. MC just wants to be with him and assures that he grew as a person, even if he always doubts himself. It's true, he had the most amazing character development.

I will have to fully stick to romancing Nia on the next replay, I'm curious what her diamond scene was like. I have a feeling it's just as adorable and wholesome and has a lot of complexity. God, I really felt for a second like she's gonna die, PB gave me a scare as it did feel final and I was like "did they really just...?". I don't know much about other LI scenes but I heard Imtura's was cute (and you could shout "that's my orc girlfriend" which itself is great), and Mal wanted to open the orphanage and wow I'm so proud. On a related note, it's freaking great that they give all LIs similar scenes but don't copy-paste their dialogues like in some books, there are clear differences as they all have a unique distinctive personality. And, I forgot to mention that Threep and Loola are the best bat-kitties! (even though they wouldn't approve of this term)

I was on my second hour of playing that chapter (yeah, it was like, the longest one ever! Maybe it's because I was excitedly sharing screenshots with a friend and freaking out the whole time) when the book finally seemed to be coming to an end. I love how my MC fell asleep in Tyril's arms and then we had this nightmare that foreshadowed book 2. I'm glad they gave us a glimpse of what to expect (imagine if we didn't know it will have a sequel, plus the finale had a bit of a standalone feeling, and then boom! Surprise). I fully hope this book will have a book 2, book 3, and a Christmas special 😂 It's just so, so incredible, and this universe deserves expanding like no other.

I hope PB knows how we all collectively love it, and I also hope they'll learn from the success of Blades and will write more books where the funny banter and serious moments are balanced, the friendship group feels natural and like a family, the plots are breathtaking and the LIs are god-tier. It's obvious how much heart Andrew and the crew put into it, and I'll be patiently waiting for book 2, however long it takes. Hopefully, not too long, but like they said, masterpieces take time to create!

#blades of light and shadow #choices #playchoices #blades #bolas #my posts

[rheyaapostolous]

WARNINGS: nsfw, 18+, smut and graphic depictions of sexual acts. Please do not read if you are a minor.

So I’ve made a writing blog, purely under the constant badgering of my friends, I’m new to Choices fanfiction but I’ve written privately and on A03 for years.

Pairing: Tyril Starfury x Female! Human! MC.

Please like or reblog if you enjoyed it, constructive criticism is welcome in the replies.

Arwen carefully brushed her hand over the many intricate carvings, as he marvelled at the sheer beauty of her face when she was fascinated. He had never imagined humans would have such respect for his people’s past or even sympathise, but she surpassed any expectations he had. They had fallen into a comfortable silence as they explored the room, a relic to the once glorious eleven gods. 

Some old writing caught Tyril’s attention, he strode over to inspect it. “What is it? Can you read it?” Arwen questioned impatiently. “I can. It says something about the god of the sea. If you seek him…” He trailed off, hand on his chin in thought. He carefully brushed some dirt off the remaining letters, pressing on the stone with a fish symbol. After a pause, the stone wall begin to creak, revealing a staircase. 

“Cool! Can we go down there? Please, please?” Arwen laughed, smiling up at him. With a wave of his hand, the torches on the staircase were lit. “I suppose, tread careful though, it may be rather overgrown.” He cautioned, the small human bolted mid sentence. Tyril only shook his head and smiled, reminding himself that everything is an adventure to her. 

“Holy crap! It’s a huge bath!” Arwen shouted up to him in amazement, already beginning to strip down to her linens as he turned the corner. A deep crimson came to his cheeks, coughing to alert her of his presence. “It’s a hot spring, not er.. uncommon.” Tyril lowered his gaze, not trying to peek, the gentleman was fighting his inner man. He almost blacked out when he saw a pool of white hit the floor.

Hearing a splash he finally relented and slowly lifted his head, his eyes meeting a very naked Arwen lounging in the pool, he not sure if it was her or the steam making him feel so hot. “You should try it! It’s so warm! You never relax, now is the perfect time.” She said, swimming to the edge, placing her elbows on the warm stone. “I will relax when the shadow court is defeated, until there, I will guard you. You can hardly defend yourself in… your condition.” Tyril gulped, using every bit of will he had to keep his composure. 

That disappeared when Arwen lifted herself from the spring, her soaked hair clinging to her back. His eyes dilated with desire, he made no attempt to stop her as she marched towards him. “What if I wanted to see you without the armor? Would you join me then?” She whispered, enticing him even more to give in. He made no effort to stop her as she pulled on the fastenings of his armor, gently placing the eleven steel to the ground. Tyril’s undershirt was grand, the embroidery reflecting the dull lamp light. Her breath quickened at the sight of his bare skin, drinking in the beauty of his pale blue pigment. 

“You’re beautiful..” Tyril mumbled, nervous under such close scrutiny. Heart racing, he pulled his shirt over his head, hands shaking as he dropped it to the ground. They leaned in slowly, both unsure of how to react, what the other would like. Tyril dug up every bit of courage he could muster, pressing his lips tentatively to hers. It was a chaste kiss, but it broke down the last bit of self control he had. His hand found her waist, pulling her towards him, the warmth that met his chest sent currents through his body. 

When his name graced her lips he swore he had touched heaven itself, her soaked body clung to his own. He gripped her ass, using it to lift her effortlessly, walking them over to a a granite bench that sat close to the spring. He carefully lay her down before him. “Touch me. If I don’t feel you close to me soon I fear I may die.” Arwen begged as she pulled him down on the bench with her. He peppered kisses across her neck and down her sternum, teasingly kissing close to her breast. “I don’t think you’ll die, Arwen. But I might if you continue moaning my name like that.” Tyril said, smirking against her skin. 

“Tyril!” Arwen whined, her legs jerking in frustration as his lips brushed over the peak of breast, only to resume kissing down her chest. “This is how you’ve made me feel since we met. Sleeping beside me. Making sure your bodice is slightly lose when I’m near. You drive me to insanity, and I’m not going to waste this. I will savor every bit of you.” His eyes met hers, this was a side she has never seen, they were darker and all embarrassment he once had was gone. He finally gave in, longing to hear her moan again. 

His hands snaked between her legs as his mouth finally gave her nipple the attention she craved. Feeling how wet she was, how he was the reason unhinged him never had he been so desired. His tongue danced around her areola, his fingertips pressing on her clit just slightly. Arwen’s cries echoed off the cavern walls, like a sirens call he could not resist them, finding his fingers circling her clit without thinking.  

She lifted her hips, bucking against his hand, desperate for more. Tyril stopped, pressing her firmly back down to the bench. “Should I give you more? Is that what you’d like?” He warned with a raspy voice, licking his lips. “Please. Oh gods, please.” Arwen begged, trying to free her hips in frustration. “Are you sure?” Another smirk formed on his face, holding her firmly in place as his tongue trailed down her stomach. “Tyril! I swea– Oh!” Arwen cried out, cut off by his tongue flicking her clit. 

The taste of her filled every sense, the sweat dripping down his back. He gripped hips with both hands, pinning her down as he sucked her clit as if his life depended on it. Arwen thrashed wildly, never before had she had a lover like him. She threw her head back, eyes closing as Tyril gripped her tighter. In this moment, nothing mattered, not the shadow court or the rush for the shards. Right now, they were just two ordinary people. 

Her fingers tugged his hair, using it to set a pace she wanted, eager to please Tyril complied. His nails dug into her hips, she would surely bruise if he went any harder. Arwen paid it little thought, pushing his head harder against her as he hit the right spot. Breathless and begging, just how Tyril liked her. His tongue worshipping her. Feeling her muscles tense, his hand moved higher, stopping to tweak her breast. 

Arwen’s throat was dry and sore, and yet his name still escaped her, struggling to fathom anything else as she felt her release building. “Tyril– I’m going to– You’re making me! Fuck!” She struggled to get out, tears pooling in her eyes, he was merciless in drawing out her pleasure as long as possible pausing to make sure she didn’t come before he wanted her too. 

When he finally allowed her, he felt her legs begin to shake, her grip on his hair so tight he feared she’d pull some out. Every muscle in her body twitched, shouting his name as she rode out her release. He surely had ruined all other men for her, there would never be anyone who could compare. Arwen’s grip on him loosened, her leg dangled off the side as she came down from her high. 

“Was that up to your expectations?” He jested, kissing her inner thigh lovingly, tracing the marks he had made on her hips. “Don’t get cocky.” Arwen retorted, still catching her breath. “Oh? What did you have in mind, my love?” Tyril grinned, leaning over to brush hair from her face. “I have a few ideas, but it appears that I’m in need of a bath. Carry me.” She said, although her words were innocent her tone implied anything but. 

Tyril stood, scoping her into his arms. Carrying her bridal to the baths and gently placing her in the warm water. “Will you finally join me, Lord Starfury?” A title he hated, but from her it sounded godlike. “If the lady pleases.” He smiled, the reflections of the water shining on his muscular chest. “Turn around.” He ordered, a playful grin forming on Arwen’s face. She bit her lip, complying as she heard the metal of his belt clatter against the stone. A soft splash and his hands were on her again, she felt him against her, hard and larger than she’d anticipated. “Tell me, are humans like elves? Will your body be able to take me absolutely ruining you?” He sucked on her neck, marking her more.

Arwen gasped, completely at his mercy. “How about we play it by ear.” She challenged him as an arm wrapped around her waist. He teased her cunt with the head, the warm water wading around them as he eased himself into her. Tyril let out a curse in eleven tongue, marvelling at how tight she was. He gave her time to adjust, allowing her to grip the edge of the spring. Once he felt her steady and comfortable around him, he set a brutal pace.

Arwen found out that elves were not only bigger in height, the sensation of him hitting every nerve left her throbbing and desperate. Her body raw and used, and when she felt like she couldn’t handle more, the payoff was so great that it swallowed her back in. The lovingness of before has gone, leaving only unbridled passion and want. This was the repercussions of her constant teasing, challenging him till he broke. 

He almost growled in her ear, finally giving into his desires. He may regret it later, but right now all he wanted was to hear her cry his name again, beg him again, make her come over and over till she became a whimpering mess. The water washing everything away including his better judgement, grabbing a handful of her hair and tugging her harder against him. 

“You drive me fucking crazy. I try my hardest not to want you, but you kept pushing me. You don’t understand how much I wanted not to feel this, to be a gentleman to you. But I’m not capable of it anymore.” Tyril spoke through gritted teeth, as Arwen slammed herself harder against him, taking all of him with a whimper. “Then don’t be.” She replied, gasping for breath. 

Tyril pushed her from the pool, gripping her waist and pressing her face down on the warm rock beneath her. He scrapped his knees from jumping out so quickly, the steaming air becoming unbearable. Entering her again, he held nothing back, fucking her ruthlessly in to ground. Her muffled moans only made him want more, his hand finding her long hair again, encouraging her to arch her back, she let out an inhumane noise when he found her sweet spot.

Despite being overstimulated, it only added to the new depths of gratification Arwen was feeling. Partly out of joy that she finally cracked him, he finally consummated the connection they share. She felt him tense, matching his pace as he keeled over, barely supporting his own weight as she sped her pace up. A litter of curses poured from lips, hitting her cervix as he came, she felt him shake behind her, riding it out for as long as he could. He pulled out, taking a sharp intake of air when he saw his cum spill from her. It truly was a sight to behold, knowing that she was finally his.

Lying down beside her, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead, lying on his back with his arm outstretched inviting her to embrace him. Arwen snuggled in, placing small kisses across his chest. Their breathing slowed and their hands intertwined. Neither felt regret as they had anticipated, quite the opposite. They felt closer than ever, wishing the moment would never end.

#tyril starfury #tyril the mage #tyril x mal #tyril starfury x mc #blades of light and shadow #bolas #playchoices #ns*fw

[agonydearest]

Coffee Shops and Candid Shots - Tyril Starfury x M!MC

Ok, I’m low-key blaming @lxdy-starfury for this one because I was scrolling through my newsfeed minding my own business when I saw this and started having thoughts.  I romanced Mal in my playthrough, but I really liked Tyril and her Modern!AU was so damn cute that I had to write a little something!  Her work and especially the art 😉 is amazing, and I hope I do her version of the character justice.  

Also, here’s my BOLAS MC, Marcellus, just to give you guys a visual.  He’s flirty, cocky, reckless, and a bit of a dumbass, but he’s got a good heart and is fiercely protective of the people he cares about (especially Nia, who’s like a little sister to him).  In this fic, he’s wearing this.  

Marcellus Raine considered himself the luckiest guy in the world to somehow land a man like Tyril Starfury.  Some days he couldn’t wrap his mind around it.  The guy could have anybody he wanted, but he chose to go out with a scruffy troublemaker from tiny old Riverbend.  

He kept musing on it for just a few seconds as he watched his boyfriend through the glass window of the coffee shop where they met.  Tyril sat with Marcellus’ best friend Nia, who was taking Instagram shots if he had to guess (she was always taking pictures of everyone) but he couldn’t take his eyes off Tyril.  He was totally oblivious to his arrival, head propped up on his hand and elbow as he read another of his books.  Somehow he looked delectable completely covered in a turtleneck and dress pants, his beloved Burberry coat hanging over one shoulder and his long luscious hair falling in a curtain to shield him from prying eyes.  

After taking a deep breath, Marcellus opened the door, trying to remember to breathe.  With his heart going what felt like a million miles an hour, he pressed a finger to his lips to quiet Nia, but it was impossible to hide her excitement as her best friend walked into the cafe.  Tyril unfortunately noticed her change in expression, but it didn't matter because as soon as he turned and saw Marcellus, his face broke out into a radiant smile.  “What are you doing here?  I thought you wanted to meet for dinner?”

“Wanted to surprise you.” Marcellus said as he gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.

They met a few months ago through Nia when she dragged Tyril out one night to see some live music at the same cafe where they were sitting.  Marcellus was Nia’s best friend.  He was a musician and played in a rock band with Mal Volari and Imtura Tal Kaelen.  Nia introduced them after one of their shows, but it wasn’t until she set them both up on a blind date several weeks later that they really clicked.  They say opposites attract, and in their case, it was definitely true.

“So what are you drinking?” Tyril asked as Marcellus sat down at their table.  He was putting his book in the bag he carried and taking out his credit card as Marcellus shook his head.

“Babe, I told you - I’m not letting you buy me coffee every time we come here!”

The beautiful man pouted, though if anyone pointed it out, he would deny it wholeheartedly.  “And I told you that might be considered insulting.”

“I know you better than that.  And I can pay for my own coffee once in a while, you know.”

“Will you please just let me spoil you?”

Marcellus sighed, knowing that arguing was pointless.  Tyril loved taking care of him, even if it was buying him stuff.  Marcellus grew up poor and struggled to make ends meet before he moved to Whitetower.  Tyril knew this and insisted on treating him a lot of the time.  He had to get used to the fact that it was part of Tyril’s love language.  “Alright fine!  One plain black coffee with sugar and cinnamon, please.”

The corners of Tyril’s mouth curled into a sweet smile. “Anything you want.”  

As he walked to the counter and left Marcellus alone with Nia, Tyril had no idea that his boyfriend’s hands were shaking slightly, one just sitting in the pocket of his favorite leather jacket and running his fingers over the box inside.  The other hand pinched the bridge of his nose.  “If I have a heart attack from the caffeine, I swear to God, I’m going to be pissed.” he said.

Nia looked at him in sympathy.  She was the only one he had told - in fact she helped him pick the gift out in the first place.  “Are you really that nervous?”

“I haven’t had any coffee all day.  What do you think?”

“Marcellus, you know he’s going to love it!”  She kept her voice low, despite her obvious excitement, and took a sip of her iced latte.  Marcellus just kept his eyes on Tyril, not that he could ever look away.

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Marcellus grinned as Tyril came back to the table with his order.  For some reason, he seemed uncharacteristically nervous when he took the cup and thanked him, but Tyril didn’t have long to question it.

Nia slung her purse over her shoulder and smiled so brightly that it could eclipse the sun.  “I’ll leave you boys alone.” As she picked up her half finished cup, she said, “Are we still going shopping tomorrow, Tyril?”

He nodded.  “Of course.  I’ll pick you up at noon.”

A nod, and then she spun on her cork wedge heels and addressed the man across from Tyril, “And Marcellus!  I’ll expect details later.”  Confusion set in and he tried to ask what she was talking about, but Nia was already out the door in a swish of skirt in her lavender sundress.  

With a shrug of his shoulders, Tyril sat down and got a good look at his boyfriend for the first time.  He was simply staring at the steaming mug in front of him as though it had offended him.  It was a strange sight to see; normally Marcellus was confident in everything he did, but not today.  Something was wrong and he knew it as sure as the knot forming in his stomach.  “Aren’t you going to drink it?” Tyril asked.

Marcellus shook his head.  “Not right now.” He sighed and leaned forward, one hand still in his jacket pocket.  There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.  “Look,” he said, “I have something for you.  That’s why I’m here.  I couldn’t wait.”

When he placed the small white box on the table in front of him, Tyril was sure he was dreaming.  There was no way on earth!  His eyes grew so wide he was surprised that they didn’t fall out of their sockets.  “I...what?  Marcellus, I’m not...!”

Marcellus grinned and laughed, “Relax!  I'm not asking you to marry me.  That’s not what this is.”

After a moment of silence, his heartbeat pounding in his ears and his cheeks burning, Tyril opened the box and gasped at the contents.  “You got me a...”

“A promise ring.” Marcellus confirmed, “I wanted a way to show you just how committed I am to this relationship and to you.”

“Are you sure?” Tyril did not mean for his voice to rise so high.  Thankfully everyone around them seemed to be going about their day without even noticing the two men.  He whispered discreetly, “We haven’t even slept together yet.”

“And we won’t until you’re ready, babe.  That’s why I did this.  You told me you were insecure, do you remember that?  This is me telling you that you don’t have to be.”

He did remember telling Marcellus after a few glasses of wine on their third date that he had never been with anyone intimately, never trusted anyone enough to take that step.  After Kaya’s death, he wasn’t sure if he could deal with the thought of letting someone in that close for fear of losing them; he knew he couldn’t go through that pain again.  And Marcellus had already had several partners by the time Tyril met him.  What if he got tired of waiting for Tyril, or he got bored with him and left?  Not only did he dread the heartbreak of it all, but he didn’t need the media to be plastering it all over the place as a haunting reminder for him to relive everywhere he looked.  

“Ty, will you please look at me?”  He did, meeting the gaze of those dark eyes that he had grown so fond of in the last few months.  “I love you, Tyril, and I know you love me, too.  I get it - we haven’t been dating long and you’re scared.  That’s ok.  I only got this as a reminder that you don’t need to be scared with me.  I’m in this for the long haul.”  

Tyril was speechless.  Tears threatened to spill over, but he did his best to blink them back as he stared at the stunning ring in front of him.  He heard his boyfriend chuckle nervously, “Please say something.”

“I don’t know what to say.” he replied, “I’m just shocked.  I wasn’t expecting...”

“For a guy like me to have a sentimental side?” Marcellus said with his usual crooked smirk.

“I suppose, yes.” he said, “I can’t believe you did this!  Nobody has ever done something like this for me.”

Marcellus reached across the table and placed his hand on top of Tyril’s to lace their fingers together.  Looking deep into his eyes as though they were part of one of Nia’s romance novels, he asked, “So do I have permission to officially take you off the market?”

Tyril snorted, but he couldn’t hide his happiness.  “I’m not a prized painting at an auction, Marcellus.  But yes.”

Marcellus leaned back in his seat and combed his fingers through his hair, laughing in relief.  “Oh thank God!  You have no idea how much I was sweating that one.  I wanna kiss you.  Can I kiss you?  Is that alright?”

“If you stop talking.”  With a pearly white grin that reminded him of a cat, Marcellus leaned forward to cup his cheek, which Tyril leaned into as their lips met.  Tyril couldn’t imagine being any happier in the moment.  It just wasn’t possible.

And then Marcellus stopped kissing him and said teasingly, “You know you’re cute when you're flustered.”  Tyril kissed him again to shut him up.

This is the ring Marcellus gives him, just to give you guys a visual.  I really had a good time writing this and hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

#tyril starfury #tyril x mc #male mc #Marcellus Raine is mine please don't use him #bolas #Blades of light and shadow #nia ellarious #modern blades au

[lorirwritesfanfic]

Lori's Favorite Fics - Lockdown Edition #1

It's been awhile, but I'm back with the reviews!

I explained a little why I haven’t written the reviews, but to sum up, I haven’t read much during quarantine and I'm still shocked it's May because it feels like March had 200 days and April lasted a week 😅 So, instead of trying to remember what day we are and when I read fics x, y and z, welcome to my favorite fics of lockdown!

Blades of Light and Shadow

Tyril x Elf M!MC drabble: I’m not going to lie, I only have eyes for Nia. But I adore how @lilyofchoices​​ writes the relationship between Tyril and Maiele (Elf M!MC). This particular piece of Tyril waking up in the middle of the night and musing about it is truly a delight to read. Check out her other drabbles if you can.

She | Nia Ellarious x Elf F!MC:My precious priestess has fics! *pause for a victory breakdance* @melodyofgraves​​ wrote this lovely one shot about Aurora's (MC) love for Nia and the description is simply to die for 😍

Desire & Decorum

Midnight Kisses | Mr. Chambers x Mr. Konevi: I miss these adorable characters so much and stumbling upon this piece in which @the-writerly-night-owl​​ writes Mr. Chambers and Mr. Konevi go from a heavy make out to cuddling with Mr. Chambers's daughter is wonderful. Cutest side characters ever!

Not Goodbye | Annabelle Parsons x MC: @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens​​ broke my heart with this one shot, but I forgive him (love you, M!) because it’s so well written and Annabelle is so character

Prince Hamid short stories - Braid My Hair | Rapunzel: My comment about these two pieces could be a long list of gifs of people fangirling, but @missameliep​​ fics deserve a proper review 😄 To answer two requests about Hamid braiding his daughter's hair, Dani wrote two heartwarming short stories related to her canon divergent series The Pursuit of Happiness and her modern day AU Second Chances. It’s too adorable to see him braiding his talkative daugther’s hair and looking for braid tutorials on the internet as he recalls past experiences with his sisters and Elizabeth. If you're a Hamid stan or just loves fluff, you have to read them.

Open Heart

Melt My Worries | Rafael x F!MC: Based on a scene of Open Heart book one which is great because Open Heart 2 doesn't exist to me, @simplymissjulia​ reminded me why I love Raf writing this adorable piece. He takes Bella (MC) to the street market, introduces her to best street food in Boston, dances with her and they kiss. And this is the only sort of Rafael content I need to see.

Ride Or Die

The Bet | Logan x MC: I saw this fic a while ago and I was shook with how sexy and enticing this piece is. Based on chapter three, when Ellie bets a kiss while playing pool, Logan takes her away from prying eyes and things get reaaally steamy. This make out sesh is a superb work and still remains PG-13. Well done, @choicesarehard​ !

Unrequited | Ximena x MC friendship: Friendship fics are so underrated. This fic in which Ximena comforts Maria (MC) after she confessed her feelings for Toby is a lovely piece to read. @troublemakerinspace​​ told me it was her first RoD fic in the fandom and OMG I wish my first fic here was this good.

Rules of Engagement

Football is the best | Leo x OC: When @xxrainbow-princessxx​​ writes Leo being a dad, I know it's going to be good. But Leo being a dad and watching a football match with his daughter Natalia who mimicks all his reactions to the game is just too cute to handle 😍

The Royal Romance

Somewhere Else | Drake x MC: I keep saying I rarely read TRR fics, but sometimes I have to make exceptions. @mauldings​​ posted her masterlist on Choices Fanfic Writer's group so everyone could read her work and I was completely blown away by her Drake x MCs. I swear I would have given Drake a chance instead of toying with his pixelated heart hahaha if his chemistry with MC was like this to me.

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[Mal Volari x Daenarya Masterlist] [Mal’s Orphanage Series]

Characters: Mal Volari, Daenarya (F!MC, human), Rayden (OC), Lydo (OC), Vayne (OC)

Warnings: brief allusion to child abandonment and abuse (Mal visits the Thieves Guild), threats of violence, swearing/language

Setting: Mal and Daenarya have opened an orphanage in White Tower. They have taken in a young boy, Rayden, and have been looking for his brother who has been missing for over a month. At the market, Rayden said he saw Lydo being dragged away by a man with a tattoo very similar to Mal’s. 

This follows Back Where it All Started

(This is the fourth part of Rayden & Lydo’s story. I decided to break this part in half, so part five should be the last part of their initial adoption story.)

Synopsis: Mal promises to retrieve Lydo (Rayden’s missing brother) but to do that he has to return to the one place he never wanted to return.

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His tearstained face was hidden in his pillow as Daenarya softly stroked his back trying to soothe the five-year-old. 

Mal brushed the boy’s hair to the side, kneeling beside the bed. “Here. Try this.” He held out a glass of warm milk with some herbs.

“Nuh-uh!” Rayden buried his face further into his bed, scooting away from Mal. 

“It will make you feel better,” Daenarya promised, trying to get his attention. 

“I want Lydo!” He pouted, hugging Beary the Bear tightly against his chest. “He needs help!”

“We will help him, but we need a plan. We don’t want him to get hurt…. Hey. Look at me.” Mal gently turned Rayden’s face to him. “I promised I will get your brother back and I will.”

“When?” He sniffled. The tears on his face mixing with the mucus from his nose.

“Soon. I just need you to trust me. Do you think you can do that?” 

The back of his little hand wiped over his red, swollen eyes. Tears quickly pooled again falling over his warm cheeks. He shrugged unable to stop his lip from quivering. 

Mal sighed heavily, his fingers stroking his chin at a loss for how to help the child. Rayden was only a year younger than he was when he was taken by the Thieves Guild. His eyes crinkled, closing in anguish as the memories of that time flashed back... the sleepless nights, the fear of being in that horrid place, the threats of violence, the loneliness even when surrounded by others. He wouldn't wish that life on any child. He shook away the heavy thoughts, he couldn't change the past but he could make sure one less child had to suffer that fate. He opened his eyes again, focusing on the child that needed him first. His fingers slipped into the coin purse on his belt, shifting around to the bottom in search of the one coin unlike all of the others. He caressed it carefully between his fingers before holding out the unusual coin. 

“My mom gave me this before she died, when I was a little younger than you are now...It’s the only thing I have of hers. I want you to hold on to it until I can rescue your brother.” He gently opened one of Rayden’s balled fists and placed it safely in his palm. “I’m trusting you with this… can you trust me?”

The boy blinked back his tears as he examined the curious coin. It had round edges but a square hole cut out in the center, surrounded by strange symbols. On the back were intersecting lines. “What does it mean?”

“I don’t know,” Mal admitted, watching the child become mesmerized by the coin. “I’ve never seen another like it.” 

“I trust you.” Rayden whimpered. “Just promise to hurry.”

“We will.” Mal brushed his thumb across the boy’s cheek, wiping away his tears. He lifted the glass of milk once more. “Drink this. It will help you rest.”

Rayden sat up and slowly sipped the warm milk. Daenarya took the opportunity to clean his face. Hoping that soon, he would fall asleep and wake up feeling a little better. 

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“Are you sure about this?” Daenarya fretted. 

He took her hands in his own, giving them a gentle squeeze. “I have to try it the honorable way first.”

“Mal Volari, being honorable, I never thought I’d see the day.” She nudged him, trying to calm both of their nerves, knowing what he was planning to do was not going to be easily accepted. 

His arms snaked around her He buried his head in her hair, letting her familiar scent remind him of home, as he focused on all the reasons he had to make it back. “I love you, Daeny.”  

“I know!” She pressed him back, smirking as she ran her thumb over his jaw. “And when you come back, I’ll let you know how I feel.”

He leaned into her touch, his beard tingling her skin as he moved to kiss her wrist. “I guess I’ll have to hurry!” 

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The old building, while fortified, was crumbling from time and neglect. Not much had changed since the last time he was there, but why should it have, it’s not like the thief masters were using any of the stolen treasures to improve the lives of the children or their buildings. It went straight to their pockets and hoards. His blood boiled as his fists clenched. He had to let it go, he couldn’t let them get to him. He would beat them by being better. 

“For me? You shouldn’t have?” Mal tossed his hair back as he sauntered toward the front doors of the Thieves Guild, stopping in front of the two men who had drawn their swords to him. “And here I thought you were the welcoming committee ready to open the doors for me.” 

“Go back to the palace, hero,” the guard warned spitting at Mal’s feet. 

Mal’s fingers flirted with his dagger. He took a step toward them, flashing a devilish grin. “Yeah, saving the world has this way of dampening your reputation. What can you do?” 

Before the men had time to react, Mal had kicked the sword out of one of the guard’s hands, his dagger pressed into his throat. 

“Now, you don’t want to do that.” Mal quirked an eyebrow at the other guard who was holding his sword to him. “You stab me, I cut your friend’s throat, and you’ve got a bloody mess to clean up… so here is what you’re going to do. You’re going to lower your weapon and give me the respect I deserve.”

“Never!”

“It wasn’t a request! You will do as I say.” Mal rolled up his sleeve, exposing his Reaper tattoo. 

The guard immediately sheathed his sword, lowering his head. “I didn’t know, sir. Apologies.”

“Much better.” Mal twirled his dagger, before lowering it. “Now, I’d like to speak to your boss.” 

“Sir? That’s not possible.”

“Again. It wasn’t a request. Make it possible!” 

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He fought against his memories as the damp and musty smell of the old building threatened to remind him of the past. He focused on his mission and the little boy waiting at home for him to return.

“He will see you now.” The guard escorting him opened the door to a large office.

“Vayne,” Mal greeted, noting the man sitting in the elaborate chair behind the ridiculously enormous desk, clearly overcompensating. “You got old.” 

“Mal Volari, as I live and breath,” the old man’s darkened eyes narrowed at the Rogue. “Welcome home.” 

His jaw clenched, fighting against himself. “This was never my home.” 

“You dishonor me, boy,” Vayne’s domineering voice boomed throughout the room as he slapped his fists against his desk. 

And for a moment, Mal was that scared little six-year-old boy again.

“I should kill you right here. You owe me a debt. The money I lost when you left. Now, you’re masquerading as some sort of would-be hero. Don’t forget, I know you. The real you. The one that has killed for me, and developed a taste for blood. You live and breathe in my city because I allow it.” Vayne leaned back in his chair, his gaze settling over Mal. “But, perhaps it is destiny that brought you back to me. No one would ever question a hero. What do you say, come home?”

“I spent years clawing my way out of this hell-hole, I’ll be damned if I let you or anyone else draw me back in.” Mal’s fingers wrapped around his dagger. It would be so easy to throw it and take him out, quickly without anyone being able to stop him. But, he wasn’t alone anymore, he had someone to live for and people that needed him. “I’m not here to discuss me. You have a child that I want. Release him to me..” 

“And, who are you to make a demand like that,” Vayne scoffed amused by Mal’s request. 

Mal threw a bag of gold coins on his desk. “That should more than cover it.”

Vayne poured the bag’s contents out on his desk, examining the coins. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t trust you.” 

“Do we have a deal?” Mal questioned as the man returned the gold to the bag.

“This won’t even cover what a boy can make in a year, let alone his life. No deal.” 

“You’re making a mistake.” Mal knew there was a chance this wouldn’t work so he tried not to lose his temper, as much as he’d like to take the years of pent up anger and pain out on this man, he wouldn’t. Not now at least. He reached for the coins.

“I’ll be keeping that,” the man instructed, snatching the bag of gold out of Mal’s reach and handing it to one of his advisors behind him. “Consider it back payment on dues you owe. Allowing you to leave unscathed is your gift. One you don’t deserve for the dishonor you showed me.”

“You will regret this,” Mal threatened. “I will be back.”

“Then you will die,” the man stated coldly. “Get him out of here.”

Three guards surrounded him, grabbing at him to lead him out. “Guys, I know I’m beautiful, but I’m spoken for.” He winked as he freed himself from their grasp. “I think I can see myself out. I remember the way.” 

As the doors closed and locked behind him, his heart sank knowing he had failed... But he owed it to Daenarya, Rayden, and most importantly himself to at least try it the honorable way first. His lips turned up as a plan began to form. He was the greatest thief the city had ever known, stealing a child back, now that was the kind of challenge he would enjoy.

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